Rising From Ice: The Mafia Don's Regret

Seven years ago, my Mafia Underboss husband diverted our only rescue helicopter to his mistress.

He left our five-year-old son to freeze to death in my arms on a freezing mountain.

He believed I threw myself off the cliff with our boy's body that night.

But I crawled out of the ice, changed my face, and spent seven agonizing years becoming the underworld's most ruthless extraction specialist.

Tonight, Lucas—now the Don of the Regional Syndicate—stepped into my tactical outpost.

He didn't recognize the heavily scarred woman standing before him.